The sound of the wheels That the gravel driveway reveals I am home for a while Where I keep my things and desires Tennessee / Carolina Tie the loose ends and leave it behind You know me, I’m unwinding Soaked in gin subatomic dividing…

You can roll the dice You can read the gospel Or just balance on the knife Kicking rocks like cigarettes You both used to like Now it’s all just plastic I could use some advice And you could use me Anytime you like Dead man’s paradise…

A cover of Working Hands by Tom Eisenbraun from his 2014 album "Radio Ghost"

Maybe I’m someone Or maybe I’m not A tree falls in the forest And the roots start to rot And my lady she loves me Whether I like it or not I’ve got all that I need I’ve got all that I’ve got It’s too early for peaches And it’s too late…

The seats are all filled on the zeppelin The Tower of Babel is raised - I’m amazed! And the hope springs eternal Their fears stay nocturnal for now The plastics hold shape in the soil The farmer’s daughter goes blind - so shall I The rooster…